#1's bobbled above my head but not too closely; you must have instructed him not to block your ability to monitor my reactions. As I glanced up at the...thick fingers playing over his slightly curved underside. I found that point of view extremely arousing, and if I tilted my head back a bit more I could follow the roll of his smooth balls.But it was your excitement I wanted to see instead, and you were not disappointing me one bit.#3 on my right dipped his face toward my gaping apex. His. Finally, she took a deep breath, and opened up the messaging app. Liz had sent three messages last night. The first two were Liz saying hello, asking how she was, and asking if she could send the photos of both of them. The third message was sent two hours later. Sarah didn’t know what to make of the message exactly. It read: “I guess you’re upset. Or sleeping. Or something. Anyway, stay in touch!”Was Liz upset at her? Sarah wasn’t sure. Short sentences usually meant someone was upset, didn’t. I was happy I had a chance to get at her! She said, "You're driving." I said,"Shoot me dah keys." She tossed them over. I play sports, so it came pretty naturally to catch. I started the car and we were off. She said "I'm changing now" I said "Now?!" She nodded and looked at me like I was being odd. I said "G-go ahead sis……" She pulled her shorts down as we came to a red light. I eyed her with my peripheral vision(NOT smart btw) and I caught myself getting hard at the sight of a black g-string.. We would do a VCATS twice a day - morning and evening.Then I made the short walk to the office. The office had already been at work. Today’s intelligence reports were neatly stacked on my desk. The agency specialists had highlighted items by what they thought I should give special attention to. I made my own highlights for the cross examination I would give them in the meetings.Another paper had the funeral arrangements for President Thomas. His body was to lie in state in the Rotunda for two.